Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.